Words hold power.
Yes, I have known for a while now, I lead an “exciting” life. More often than not, I have felt like that cliche spinster teacher that lives by herself in a house filled with stray cats, except in my case I have mini doxies. Even my own daughter calls me the crazy doxie lady. Sigh.
My heart raced, and my body felt like it was in constant motion even when I was sitting; I was seriously starting to wonder if you could OD from caffeine!
I prayed no one would witness my breaking and entering.
That little runt peed on my shoe!
I had a Monday; granted I know it’s a Tuesday, but everything that could go wrong did just that.Continue reading “A Series of Unfortunate Events”
Three years ago, I had a little spitfire that entered into my sixth-grade class, and she was a teacher’s worst nightmare. Amelia had an infectious smile that was somewhat crooked in nature, for it veered off at awkward angles. When she was about to be naughty, her eyes would gleam, and she would give that crooked little smile. It was like a beacon to those around her that Amelia was about to rock someone’s world, and not for the better. That glimmer in her eye warned others to take a step or two in the opposite direction because one never quite knew what she was going to do next. Continue reading “My Favorite Problem Child”
Some days, these little ones make me laugh. I have a boy in one of my classes. He comes into my first hour and says, “Open up your hand.” I open my hand, and he dumps all these coins into my palm.
So today, I told my kiddos, my students, that they were my retirement plan. While they sat in class laughing over our metaphors and similes assignment, I explained that was secretly writing down all of the funny and sweet things they said in class, and that one day I was going to write a book about them, and it would be a best-seller that would help supplement my income when I retired. Continue reading “My Retirement Plan”
For two days, I constantly repeated to the young boy, “Devin! Put away your Rubix cube and do your work!” Finally, in frustration, I took his cube and told him if he wanted it back. his father could pick it up for him after school. Continue reading “Devin and the Rubix Cube”
Every year our school has held a dance on Valentine’s Day for our students. The week of the gala, romances have always sprung up as the big day approaches, and every year, teachers on the sixth-grade team begin a “verbal” pool about how many breakups will occur and how many hearts will be broken before the school dance actually takes place. Continue reading “Romance –Middle School Style”